Aspiring Amateur

By MegB

Swan Song

All About That Journal

I've been thinking about my Dad a lot lately. A day doesn't go by that I don't think about him and miss him. It's just that at this time of year with the holidays approaching it seems more prominent. He died in January 2013 and this time of year reminds me of all of our last times.

Yesterday two friends posted related articles on Facebook. This one from 'Recycled Catholic' said: "A cardinal is a representative of a loved one who has passed. When you see one, it means they are visiting you. They usually show up when you most need them or miss them. They also make an appearance during times of celebration as well as despair to let you know they will always be with you. Look for them, they'll appear."

I was so excited to read this and shared it immediately with my husband because, as he is aware, I've often thought that my father has appeared to me as a cardinal! A few months after my father died I was preparing for my husband's birthday party when a sea of sadness washed over me as I thought, "I wish my Dad could be at Wes' birthday party." At that moment a cardinal flitted in view and looked at me from a branch! Cardinals are not common visitors to our yard or feeders.

Another time I was in Chicago attending the wedding of a friend. Driving alone in heavy traffic it started to downpour. I don't do well in big city traffic especially when I'm unfamiliar with my surroundings so I was filled with anxiety. Then a cardinal flew in front of my car! It was quite unusual to see a cardinal so close to a busy interstate highway. I felt a sense of calm and was able to gain strength to arrive at my destination without mishap.

Then there was the time I was able to take this photo.

The other article got me to thinking that my Dad might appear in a different manner because I hadn't seen a cardinal in a long time. This morning these swans swam in closer than usual. Swans can be a symbol of love and union so I'm convinced this was my message from above for this holiday season.

My parents were certainly the epitome of a fine, loving union and the best role models for my siblings and me.

Ordinary Miracle

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